Sketchy Sexy

Just feeling out some characters for a thing, you know. A sexy thing. Sketcheriffic.

I'll Wail Your Smoke

It's my inner angst. Haha! No it is not. I am hilarious!

"Wailing Smoke" is a commission!

Up and Coming...

Sketches for an upcoming project. That is all.

that guy, in coffeeshops, writing a book.

I'm hurling these ideas around right now for a book called Rememberlands that I'm soon going to shamelessly hurl at Scholasitc's Graphix imprint. It also may have found its way, expensively, in the mail to Pixar.

That is a spring-loaded VW Bug, yes. I'm calling it the VW "Hopper" and you can't stop me. Unless you are Volkswagen.

Wow, look at those... inks.

These are from a HOT minute back. I never posted them for a few reasons... the cheesy model strut, my obvious hard-on for manga styling regardless of actual content, my equally obvious penchant for boys with hair and rad jackets.

But man, lookit them... inks.

Carry it off

I honestly did these a while ago, while I was learning both mediums. Most of the time I learn to hate anything I did more than ten minutes ago, which I'm pretty sure is some kind of prerequisite to being an artist, but these managed to go un-hated for well over a year and, well, now here you are looking at it.

They've got weaknesses due to their age, and maybe I shouldn't show you, but I figure it's like walking into a costume party and finding out it was really black tie. You just gotta carry that shiz off.

These are all india ink or watercolor.

Like the fat kid in the moonwalk

Trojan here is part of a property pitch for Warner Brothers known as "DERBATHON". If that word alone doesn't seize your mind with the needle-like teeth of intrigue and toss it around like the fat kid in an inflatable moonwalk, then I just don't know what else I can do for you.

Trojan is Sculpey Firm, Apoxy Sculpt, blood and tears. He's about a foot and a half tall on his base.

Falling Out of Cars with Boys

Five guys, one house, no money. It's a story many of us are familiar with, and by "us," I clearly mean "aspiring artists." The Leftovers is a rip-rollicking tale of love, loss and the unmarked crap you find in styrafoam containers in the back of your fridge.

These are a few of the pages. Pencilled inked and toned by yours truly, unless you have a problem with it, in which case the inker TOTALLY killed my pages, man.

I split a lot of my time between graphic novelling (heretofore referred to as "Granoveling") and sculpting and finding things to eat, so work on this has been touch and go. However, it will eventually have its own site.